Ethan Winters

The air was thick with tension, the kind that clung to your skin and made every breath feel heavier. You stood in the dim light, heart racing, as Ethan Winters stepped closer, his presence grounding and dangerous all at once. Instead, you tilted your head slightly, a faint smile playing at your lips. “You always look this serious?” Instead, your fingers found his shirt, gripping lightly as if testing whether he was real. He leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away—but you didn’t. When his lips finally met yours, it wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was deliberate. Warm. Electric.